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the boy who doesn't belongs to me

Summary:

His green eyes were glowing under the dim light. I loved him, but couldn't call him mine.

Notes:

Hey, it's my first time writing here and in English, so if you find any mistakes, let me know!

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We were high

Weed and alcohol

Lots of it

Smoking weed was my idea, but he didn't denied it

He got drunk first

So we were laughing about nothing

It was just happiness

His green eyes were glowing

He's looking at me right now

He has a pretty smile

I love him with all my life

I’ve never felt this way before

No butterflies, no anxiousness

He's calm, and makes me calm too

He's now messing up my hair

Asking me what I'm looking at

I can't answer, I just kiss him and say thank you

He doesn't understand

His green eyes focusing on me

Thanks for loving me, accepting me and teaching me how love should really work

But I don't say it

My fingers caressing his curls, I smile

His green eyes still glowing under the dim light

We are high

Weed and alcohol

Tim was laughing about nothing

I was smiling at him

He was the love of my life

He taught me love and patience

He made things work even when it shouldn't

He's not perfect, none of us is

But we work well together

He lend me another weed cigarette

I accept and smile at him

He kisses me before I smoke

I love you , that's what he said before putting his head on my lap

Timmy?

He opened just one eye, making a cute face

You’re my everything, you know that, right?

He just hums

I smile

He's expecting more

Timmy?

My love?

I hesitate for a minute

I love you

Timothée doesn't move, I think he's sleeping

I want you to marry me

We can't I answer quietly

He know that already

We can't ignore it

Why? We can make whatever we want, my love

You know why, Timmy

I took another sip of our drink

He closes his eyes again

I'm sorry, love

Let's not think about it again

He was the love of my life

He taught me love and patience

But I couldn't call him mine, neither could he call me his

I already belonged to someone else

And it wasn't Timothée Chalamet

The boy who got high just because I asked him to